The Cloud in the Night

by Punk19

Master Vile and his uncle have been fighting a lot and it's making Master Vile's daughter, who just gave birth to her second child and getting over a serious infection afterwards, very annoyed. She heads back to Earth with her children, will Master Vile learn to leave his daughter be or will he continue with his fighting and temper and push her further away from him?

21. Part 3

As he drove his vehicle through the boundless hills and endless straightaways he found his mind wandering again. This wasn't a new thing for him as it had been happening a lot for the past three weeks, since his wife had last been seen, or, he excused his thoughts, had been "rescued" by his father from a brute of a man who had taken her after he had had that altercation with the gray-haired man near two months ago. His body had been fully healed up near a month ago and he had been ready to get back into the fray of looking for her and bringing her back home when his father had taken off so suddenly and surprisingly. His father, that was one of which he had to sit back and think of a bit. His father's relationship with his own father had crumbled, or so he said, and who was he taking it out on? Why, who else but the secondborn son? Yes, he had gotten several beatings, had several new whip lashes across his back and his stomach and ribs had gotten right bruised from the punches. Cheshire had gotten a few beatings as well but he was different, Cheshire had been defending him and had endured his father's wrath. Cheshire had fought back, the first time he had been defending him and, although he had been beaten pretty badly, he had dished out just as good to his father. The second time, it was in defense of his mother, and Cheshire's wife, who his father had walked up to and had started shouting at for being a mother to her and Cheshire's two younger children. Cheshire had gotten a pretty good beating on that one, but again he had dished out a decent beating that had sent his father off with a broken nose and two swollen and black eyes. Majeer and Keibo had also gotten into it with his father, he had been surprised that the four-foot seven-inch Majeer, who was a full blood Cowerki, had lasted as well as he had against his father. Keibo had been defending Dapira after their father had walked up to her and started his shit about her heading off to the natural hot spring in the Bahariya Oasis nearby. He believed the best fight, though, had happened between his father and Kokan though. Kokan, a Wraline who stood near seven feet in height, had grabbed his father by the throat then had body slammed him twice before going to town on him and the reason of why his father had started crap up with Kokan? His father had said something about his and Takken's only son, Tarav. He hadn't heard all of it, but from the heated conversation before the fight his father had said something about Tarav coughing all night long. The baby was ill, but not as much as his father thought he was. Tarav, like all babies, was very susceptible to colds and had just gotten over one. Baruk, despite his brother's and sister-in-law's efforts to keep out all virulent strands of bad air which could cause a baby to get sick, was also experiencing a cold. When his and Kuruk's father had heard Baruk coughing and whooping one day he had yelled over for Irka to quiet the baby up, that had gotten a nice yell back from his brother for their father to can it.

The reason for all this fighting and fussing was because, as his mother had told him a week ago, his father's father had taken to his residence for a while. DuruVile was left unchecked and he was hurting deeply inside over his father and his relationship being not as it use to be before his father had disappeared. TazirVile guessed that a majority of his father's problem was he was having a hard time adapting to what was going on now in the universe, or, he again excused himself, what was going on in the family. TazirVile had taken his daughter, Eshal, back to Moas with him for a spell, simply to get away and simply to just get his mind together. The night before he had sat in his study writing what all his father was going through, just to get it off of his chest and out of his mind so that he could go on with the half of his life that was still there for him to live, meaning look after his daughter, look after his estates and rule his conquered planets. His father did have a lot on his plate, he figured. Two grandson's were born almost eight months ago, his father being back from limbo, his fighting with his father, his wife had just been declared pregnant and was going in and out of the hospital. That latter one had sort of put his mind at ease, Cyla was said to be pregnant with a son. Normally, this would have made his father feel overjoyed but, after two hospital visits he was very stressed out. Cyla was being checked for an Ectopic Pregnancy, where the egg was fertilized and implanted up in the Fallopian tubes instead of the uterus.

"Mammy be home soon daddy?" Eshal asked, she was seated behind him in a car seat.

"As soon as everyone calms down we'll be heading back and mama will be back home." TazirVile answered his young daughter.

"I miss mammy."

TazirVile sighed inside, he missed Angel as well. He knew she had been injured badly, his father had said that she had been raped and that she had been missing an index finger and one of her ears. The brute of a man who had taken her had no idea how to treat a woman, slicing a finger and ear off to control a woman? How barbaric! He had come up against the gray haired man and his group, who obviously had been looking for Angel, and he had charged at them. His Goblins had taken down two but before they could tie them up the gray-haired man had ran his horse in and the men behind him had grabbed their fallen and had fled. TazirVile had taken matters up well with the gray-haired man himself, he had ripped him right down from his horse then with a chop to the neck he had taken him out. The man was roasting mad in his cell in the dungeon of his ship, TazirVile had plans to use him as bait to get his wife out in the open. As if to make matters even sweeter, that human from last year had been found wandering around with a group of men near the mountains. The men had run off but he had caught the woman, Lisa Walberg she said her name was. His nephew wanted him to hand the gray-haired man, who's name was Atlas, over to him for punishment for being with Angel but he'd hear none of it. He had made sure that his ship was cloaked and that there were five Goblins guarding the inside, nobody was touching that man, or the woman for that matter. Angel was the part that was missing in his life, he did the other half well but without Angel he felt not whole. Like he wasn't a full man, or a full being anymore. His other half was gone, and what further made his fears grow was that he had no idea where Bile or Lhaklar were and with the planet that they were on heading into them months were the chill would start, he was afraid for all three. The babies systems were delicate and his wife was nursing so she had her strengths heading into her babies. Eshal was behind him, looking out the window looking right depressed so he reached down and turned the radio on. He had the channel set so that they could hear what was going on on Earth.

"Hurricane Floyd has caused the third largest evacuation in US History, it has been estimated that over two point six million coastal residence of five states were ordered to leave their homes as the storm approached the coast. Hurricane Floyd has dropped significant rainfall on the Bahamas near Florida, causing extreme flooding, and is being said to be the cause for fifty-seven fatalities and four point five billion dollars in damages."

"Damn!" TazirVile thought, he thought the word over saying it as he wasn't one who liked cursing in front of young ones and he made sure that the people around him respected that. Children did have a way to repeat what was said.

"The west coast is also experiencing its own brand of issues this week. Just thirty minutes ago a very powerful ten point nine on the Richter Scale roared through, many buildings that had either been damaged by the recent activity of monsters in the area in the towns of Angel Grove and Stone Canyon crumbled or were declared unsafe to be in afterwards. A heat wave has also gotten those areas under its clutches, there had been very little rainfall in the region and it has caused widespread cattle and livestock illnesses and deaths. The middle states are doing all that they can to help the residents in those two areas get by."

"Now that is new." TazirVile said aloud.

"And just in, Mount Shasta located at the southern end of the Cascade Range in Siskiyou County, Califorina just erupted with a violent blast which blasted the mountain which stood at fourteen thousand one hundred and seventy-nine feet to pieces. Molten lava is being spewed all over the place, ice melt and mudslides are happening and an ash cloud is billowing out very quickly and is estimated to have the entire Californian state engulfed in less than four hours. Police and military are conducting air evacuations and... it seems that someone is helping to get the populace of the state to safety. A redheaded woman is flipping the still violently rocking ground and sending people all over the globe to safety."

"What!"

His vehicle came complete with a telephone built into the dash and just as the words of the reporter on the radio had finished what he had been telling to his viewers it went off. TazirVile pulled his vehicle, a solid black and very polished Model-T limousine, to the side of the road, unbuckled his seatbelt then grabbed the phone. Humanity had built the Model-T after a vessel from Moas had been felled from the sky that had been carrying five of the vehicles in it in 1908, the humans had seen the vehicles and had taken them apart, studying the innards and making notes then had built their own vehicle off of the ones that they had disassembled. The ship that had gone down, luckily, had been operated by a robot and had been preprogrammed to go to Zeta Dabli in the Zeta Reticuli system, the vehicles were to be in a show there. The owner of the vessel, and the vehicles, had sweated nothing in their loss but he had been pretty pissed that he had missed out on the show. TazirVile picked the flat-topped black phone from the dash and held it to the side of his head.

"Surfeit, who is this?" he said into the phone.

"Tazir, you hear what's going on down here?" Cheshire's voice came in through the phone clearly.

"I just heard the report, yes." TazirVile said.

"Your Goblins won't do anything without your say, we're headed to California and..."

"I'll be there before you get there." TazirVile said, he hung the phone up then picked it up and dialed for home. "Eclaire, I'm heading home be ready as when I get there I'll need someone to watch Eshal."

"Right away Master Tazir." Eclaire said.

ShaamVile had heard the report as well and was already there, the first thing he had seen was the sky above turning a purple color then he had seen the people running. The shaking of the Earth had made the shields in this part of the continent collapse so he could run or walk among the humans without batting an eyelash. He saw people jumping into vehicles, some that had no back to them while others looking right small and still others that looked horribly rusty, regardless of the vehicles looks, they started up and zoomed by him, some glanced his shoulders and made him spin. Being three hundred thousand three hundred and twelve years old, he knew that the humans weren't swiping him with their vehicles to harm him, when situations like this happened people panicked and they stopped thinking clearly, they had one thing and only one thing on their minds: Safety and getting to it. He stepped over to the curb and started running, his height of six-foot six inches aiding him to reach the speed that he wanted. When he had been younger he had used his speed much too fast and it had cost him quite a lot in track meets at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic and Semil's Military Academy, when he had gotten older he had started pacing himself. He was bullet-fast even when he wasn't at his fastest pace, when he was at his fastest pace no one could catch him and no one could out run him. He had passed his speed and stamina onto his only son, who had been more reserved in running. His son had also gone out to do track at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic and at Semil's Military Academy and he had been the top of his running class, that had made him feel damn proud! What made him even prouder was that his son had passed his speed and stamina onto his own offspring, each one was fast but his two son's were the faster of his offspring and what was even better, his son's eldest son had passed along that speed and stamina to his own offspring. He had gone to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic himself a week and a half ago for Angel's records, at first the dean there had not let him have them but after he had proved that he was a member of her family he had been granted permission. Vile, he did hate the title his great-grandson had before his name, it was much too promoting, had passed his speed and stamina to all three of his offspring but Angel, surprisingly, was the fastest of the three. She hadn't made any records at the school, unlike her father, grandfather, great-grandfather and he, her great-great grandfather and so on down the line, but she was pretty fast. Her record for a mile was 3:12.54, her father had that by a full minute and a half. She only had half of an education from the school but was pretty smart. The records at the school had her attending Elemental power classes, she had excellent grades in that course, and the usual courses for a starting witch. Potions, Charms classes, Spells and then she had undergone a course in Transformations and the Elemental Power class as well. She had excellent grades in them classes, maybe not as good as her father had received when he had gone to the school but still very good. While he had been at the school he had sat down and had filled out her form entirely, why, he had thought then, her father had not done what he was doing was beyond him. The Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic forms carried over to other schools, they were permanent records and would pass from school to school if she decided to continue her education not to mention, it was also her personal record in the Universe's Populace Book. For her form to be near blank, that was saying she didn't exist and that, for him, was unheard of. She was a Surfeit, she had Surfeit running in her veins regardless of the name change, she deserved exactly the same as any other Surfeit, whether with the name or not.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" the Dean, a man named Shushone had said after he had taken a seat at the table in the records room. The Dean had been a short Goblin fellow with blue skin that had warts on it and large, hairy ears. His nails had been long and green and cracked, his eyes had been fully white with no pupils in them. He had been wearing a black suit with brown shoes and a brown tie hung down from around his neck.

"Just a bit of quiet so I can fill these forms out, Vile never came here to change the forms or add any details to her lineage?" he had said, a vial of black ink had been placed before him and he carried with him always a red and black feathered quill, he had taken the quill box out from his inside jacket pocket and had placed it in front of him.

"No sir, he has not been here in over a hundred years." the dean had said.

"Very irresponsible," he had sighed and had shaken his head in disbelief. "how about Kuruk or Duru, they been here to change the forms?"

"No sir, Kuruk hasn't been in this school in thousands of years and your son, the same sir." the dean had said, he then had excused himself and had left ShaamVile to fill the forms in quiet.

Name: Angel Irene Age: 11 YOB: 1758 Gender: F

Species: Human/Monster Hybrid Talents: None Horns/Tail/Extra Appendages: None

Physical Description: Red hair, emerald-green eyes with golden-yellow around the pupils. Five foot two inches tall. Student has no horns or tail or any extra appendages.

The part on the parentage had changed so drastically it was confusing so he had taken that part of the form and had X'd it out. He had gone and gotten several pieces of paper and had made his own parentage chart on Angel. Before he had gone to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic he had asked about his great-great granddaughter's mother's side of the family, he had been shocked to find out that she had two lines of Surfeit's in her line, not the usual one but two. He guessed that that was the reason why her forms hadn't been updated, her father was probably embarrassed after finding out that he had mated with a member of his own family. It was an honest mistake and it wasn't his fault that it had happened, from what ShaamVile had been told, Dione Surfeit had disappeared and had been presumed deceased after Vile had conquered their birth planet, a disgrace for both Vile's name and for the Surfeit name, going against tradition and conquering the birth planet and later the galaxy that his family had been born and raised and sired the next generation then died on. The damage was done, the galaxy just couldn't be dropped like the snap of a finger, Vile had had his birth galaxy for thousands of years. ShaamVile had started writing until his arm was cramped and then, since he was ambidextrous, he had switched hands.

Father's Side of the Family:

(Master) Vile Vile (father)

KurukVile Surfeit (grandfather) and Irka Shaiden (grandmother)

DuruVile Surfeit (great-grandfather) and Cyla Dybla (great-grandmother)

ShaamVile Surfeit (great-great grandfather) and Egla Shaar (great-great grandmother)

RaalVile Surfeit (3x grandfather) and Frahfrie Cloridona (3x grandmother)

IackVile Surfeit (4x grandfather) and Dablonie Noshibol (4x grandmother)

WexVile Surfeit (5x grandfather) and Henratantya Vishroni (5x grandmother)

LynkVile Surfeit (6x grandfather) and Wilabolia Shaola (6x grandmother)

He had hesitated after writing LynkVile Surfeit and his wife's name, wondering if he should go on and add the rest beyond LynkVile. The Surfeit family was over a billion years old, there were a lot more to add and surely, the universe would want to know what they had in the Irene girl. He had gone and gotten a cup of coffee then had decided to go on and add the rest. His father had written the entire line on his Pronghorn forms, he had done the same for his son and from the looks of his grandchildren's and great-grandchildren's forms, they had the same line listed. He had dabbed the end of his quill in the ink vial then had started writing again.

OlozilVile Surfeet (7x grandfather) and Cicila Kobola (7x grandmother)

DebonzVile Surfeet (8x grandfather) and Teratila Bendola (8x grandmother)

GlovinoVile Shurfeet (9x grandfather) and Fromatie Vreocho (9x grandmother)

ChaboVile Shurfeet (name started Chabo SurVil; 10x grandfather) and Rejalisa Nebolis (10x grandmother)

Dubsalis SurVil (11x grandfather) and Gretuba Shabie (11x grandmother)

Vicloto SurVil (12x grandfather) and Bowina Berinal (12x grandmother)

Bendolishi Serv (13x grandfather) and Vinabi Jactol (13x grandmother)

Salodir Serv (14x grandfather) and Zeniba Molishan (14x grandmother)

Whew! That had been a lot to write, he had stopped after writing Salodir SurV thinking that if her line was wanting to be further looked into one would only have to look at the new book that was being written on the Surfeit family. After his son had popped up fully alive and after he had been brought back from limbo, a lot of the Surfeit history had been changed. He had answered a lot of questions these past few weeks from the authors of the new book, he had answered as best as he could and in this book, he was making damn sure that the Shlock's Plague was being mentioned. That damn plague had nearly wiped out his family, only he, his young son and an uncle had survived and after the plague, no books or records on it had been kept. It had just been placed in the far recesses of the minds of the universe's beings and that was not good. The plague did a re-shape on thousands of families, it had claimed billions of lives and for it to not be known to the population was asking for trouble. His son, for example, knew not a clue about it. He was making plans now to explain to his son why he had kept family away from him and why he had held a gun out at his two older sister's. He hadn't done it out of anger or out of an attempt to keep his son to himself. Hell no, he had done that to protect him and his son from getting the disease. His uncle had holed his family, his wife and two daughter's at the time, up in an underground bunker that was cemented all around and had a good steel top, two son's had been born to his uncle in that bunker. The only reason why his uncle had left the bunker was to bury one of the twin boys that had died after being born, and he had done so only after putting on a heavy suit that made him look like a yellow blob. ShaamVile remembered well seeing his uncle, all clad from head to foot in a heavy yellow, baggy suit carrying a bundle to the cemetary in back of his property, the Surfeit Cemetary as it was called. In all, after the plague, his father and step-mother, his real mother, his two brother's and two sister's along with his two sister's unnamed infant son's and his two daughter's had been buried in the cemetary. After a ten minute break, ShaamVile had gone on to writing the mother's side of Angel Irene on a fresh piece of paper, this line was shorter due to the great-great grandmother being the daughter of KurukVile Surfeit and, thus, the line going back overlapped neatly.

Mother's Side of the Family:

Helen of Earth (mother, Angel Irene was raised by her fraternal twin sister who was born 19 years prior)

Azura Surfeit (grandmother) and WexVile Surfeit (grandfather/5x grandfather)

Perniceie Surfeit (great-grandmother) and an unknown human male

Dione Surfeit (great-great grandmother) and LynkVile Surfeit (great-great grandfather/6x grandfather)

KurukVile Surfeit and Irka Shaiden

DuruVile Surfeit and Cyla Dybla

ShaamVile Surfeit and Egla Shaar

RaalVile Surfeit and Frahfrie Cloridona

The Dean had walked in right after he had written his father and mother's name on the piece of paper and he had decided to stop right there. The Dean of the school had made copies, had laminated and then had stapled and filed them away, he had been given five copies and he had placed each copy in the vault in his home. After that, he had gotten Vile to give him the birth certificate for Angel. Vile had acted professional, as was expected of him. Angel was his daughter, she was a member of his family and he did love her otherwise he'd not of asked him why he was asking for her birth certificate. He had done the same for Bile's as well, and Vile had acted just the same. A protective father was a good father and Vile was acting in that fashion towards both his daughter and son. When the birth certificates had been handed over he had looked them over then had reached into his jacket. He had taken out a green folder that had the laminated and now newly updated Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic forms in it along with three birth certificates that were blank. He had filled out a new one for Angel, filling in her year of birth then handing it over for her father to sign his name to. He had filled in her mother's name, and her raisers name in parenthesis, afterwards then had said for his great-grandson to not laminate it yet until the day and month of birth were known, he next had done a repeat on the second birth certificate for his own records. Bile's birth certificate was filled out as it should be, he made a copy of it then had stuck the copy into the folder, he had then taken out one of the four laminated copies of the Pronghorn forms from the folder and had handed it over. Vile had looked through the form then had nodded his head and had shook his hand. Next, ShaamVile had gone and handed his oldest grandson two of the Pronghorn forms, saying specifically for him to give the extra to his father for his own records which, from what Kuruk's wife had told him later on that night, he had done. While sitting in a chair in his study after hearing from Irka that his grandson had handed the extra copy over to his son, he had thought about Tazir. He had made a copy of the one Pronghorn form he had then had gone over to Tazir's mansion home. He had handed the form over himself then had found himself being invited for supper, which he had gladly accepted.

That had been a lot of work, a lot of hard work for his great-great granddaughter's behalf. He put it all behind him as he ran through empty streets. He stopped long enough to reach into his jacket pocket for the device he had bought before he had gone off to look into the galaxy he had been intending to check out before an asteroid had slammed into his thrusters two hundred thousand years ago. The device was five inches long but three inches wide, had a large screen and a pull out keyboard, the device was black and had a white frame around the screen and keyboard. ShaamVile tapped the screen, he had downloaded the planet Earth's information on it the night before, he'd know where he was, where he wanted to go and so on and so forth from the device. The device, when he tapped it, showed that he was in a location called Rialto, in Los Angeles, California. He had just put the device back into his pocket when his son, both of his grandson's and both of his great-grandson's and Cheshire teleported to the area.

"Did you run a lock on her?" TazirVile demanded. "This place is deserted!"

"Running a lock now," KurukVile had a circular device in his hand that he was tapping on madly. ShaamVile walked over, he nodded his head at his son then looked down at the device. It had a loading screen on it for a few minutes then a red dot formed. "Aha! She's in Pasadena."

All around her were her frantic friends, all who she had been in the company of all day long and who had been asking for her to demonstrate her skills to. She had had Kat and Aisha chase after her all morning, asking her, begging and pleading, to show them a little of her skills with Elemental Powers, after lunch the boys had joined in. After an hour of pestering, she had relented. She had teleported her and her friends to Diller Canyon, near Mount Shasta, for the demonstration. Her son's had been held by Kat and Aisha while she demonstrated her powers, started first with making all sorts of water moves and then going onto doing the fire and lightning moves. Her son's had been jumping and squealing madly which had gotten her to do her Elemental Ground powers, that was when the trouble started. She had thrown the ground forward so hard and in the direction of Angel Grove and Stone Canyon that it had triggered a major Earthquake, a 10.9 on the Richter Scale. The San Andreas, Calaveras, Imperial and Laguna Salada faults and the Hayward, Elsinore and San Jacinto fault zones had all slapped against and then had been pulled back only to be slammed back into each other creating a horrible Earthquake which had put millions of people in danger. Angel had teleported to them areas and had tried her damnedest to stop the quivering and shaking she had caused by her demonstrating, that had only made things worse. With the quakes going on, she had gone and started sending people to other locations. She had just gotten to Angel Grove when Mount Shasta had erupted, a magma chamber having opened somehow during her demonstration of her fire powers. The rocks had melted all around the magma chamber and then, when the chamber couldn't hold anymore lava, it had exploded. She had gotten to the location quickly after finding out that the volcano had erupted and had grabbed her babies and her friends just before the entire volcano imploded. She had sent Kat and Aisha to a different planet, one of their choosing. Kat had said that she wanted to go to Zeta Ren and that was where they were. Nice and safe. Her other friends said they wanted to go as well but before she could send them away each had said, all at once, after the people of California are sent to safety. She had gone from town to town quickly, her friends having attached themselves to her by a rope so note to get separated, at the moment she was in Pasadena, the last town she had to save before heading to Zeta Ren with her friends.

"The next time I'm asked to do a demonstration I'm going to say hell no!" Angel exclaimed.

"Is this like Krakatoa?" Billy asked.

"Far worse, the water wasn't bubbling when I made Krakatoa erupt." Angel replied.

Billy was held up against Angel's side, his hands were wrapped around her arm tightly and with each gust of wind that blew on his face his grip would grow tighter. He was scared to death, he had been bored and when he had seen Aisha and Kat begging Angel to demonstrate her Elemental Powers he had gotten very interested. She was pretty powerful, even in her playfulness with her powers she had been very sure in her movements. She had thrown fist-sized water balls at them then had made a ring of water form around him and his friends and Lieutenant Rollins and Captain O'Nell which had made all of them go oh wow. When she had made a ring of fire and lightning join with the ring of water they had all started clapping and Angel had bowed. Billy was a light eyed, twenty year old young man with dirty blond hair, he was wearing a gray t-shirt and blue jeans, around his waist was a blue and white checkered flannel jacket and on his feet were brown hiking boots. His face was naked of his glasses due to his upgrading to contact lenses the year before. He was the current blue ranger.

"Ever seen that movie Atlantis, the Lost Continent?" Lieutenant Charles Rollins asked. "Don't jump in that water or you'll be boiled alive!"

"I've seen it, good movie." Angel nodded her head.

Lieutenant Charles Rollins had been the one that Angel had been staying with the past few weeks and he had been one of the last ones to join in on having Angel demonstrate her powers. He had been in awe when she had made a wall of flames and his eyes had near popped out of his face when she had twirled around, drawing water from the surrounding plants then making the water freeze into an ice pike. When she had stomped her foot down on the ground and twenty ground pikes had come shooting out right in front of her from the ground he had leaped to his feet, his hands still hurt him from clapping. Lieutenant Charles Rollins had been in the military for almost nine years, and he had been made a Lieutenant six years prior. He liked being in the military a lot and was hoping to have another ten to twenty years in the army. His short brown hair was held up in wild spikes due to Angel throwing mud at him then making the mud move and form in his hair, he had gotten a sort of high on her making his hair move this way and that, up and down and to the sides. As he looked at the boiling water of the Pacific Ocean, his blue eyes grew wide. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a green shirt that had a pocket on the left breast, on his feet were his combat boots, he had a bag of pot hidden inside his boots.

"We the last ones in California?" Tommy asked. "Shouldn't we be getting out of here?"

"I'm sort of mesmerized at the moment," Adam said in shock as he saw the water going from a blue-gray to having a whitish, bubbly surface.

"Same here." Jason said. "Angel, can you cool the water?"

Jason went oooo when Angel threw her arms forward and a fine layer of steam rose up from the sea, the water didn't freeze but it sure made some interesting sounds as Angel tried to make it freeze up. When it didn't freeze, Angel made a strand rise up with the flick of one hand then she twirled and made the strand shoot out. She had done this move at Diller Canyon as well but the steam making had really gotten his attention. Jason was doing his best to keep it to himself but he had a crush on Angel, he liked her quite a lot. He thought of her as not only a powerful person, but also a very beautiful one. He saw her as smart as well and after finding out that she was really two hundred and forty-one years old he had asked her some questions about the seventeen and eighteen hundreds which she had answered politely. Jason was the older one in his friend's group and the oldest of the Power Rangers, he was twenty-two years old. He had grown his hair out some and at the moment, it had a fluffy look to it even though he combed it to the side. He had dark brown eyes which were sparkling brightly, he was wearing a red muscle shirt and a pair of black jeans that had gray dyed into the front, he had brown shoes on his feet.

"Make the steam happen again!" Adam said, now he had Angel's arm in a tight grip, she yelled out and shook both he and Billy off.

"Alright, but only once more." Angel said.

Adam jumped up and down in excitement when Angel tried to freeze the boiling water again, steam rose up from the surface of the water. Angel did something, she twirled then shot her arms out before swinging them above her head, and the steam suddenly came over to her, she flailed her arms around until the steam became a bright blue color then she slammed her arms down and the bright blue colored steam slammed down to the group. Adam was a nineteen year old young man of Asian descent, his hair was slicked up some with a hair oil and was shiny. He was wearing a dark green shirt and khakis, on his feet were green and brown sneakers. He was the current green ranger.

"Now that was impressive," Captain Ned O'Nell said. "can you direct steam from a volcano as well?"

"I can yes." Angel replied. "Heat is a part of the Fire Power and can, thus, be directed through the body."

Captain Ned O'Nell was a man who had just recently celebrated his thirty first birthday, although he had been telling the kids to tone it down on Angel, who had been letting her babies nurse at the time, he had been interested as well in her Elemental Powers. Ned had been in the National Guard for six years, but he had achieved the rank of Captain only four years prior, just before meeting Angel. He had just married his fiancée, Sarah, who had been sent to his folks place in Texas after the eruption had occurred. Captain O'Nell ran his hand through his sandy blond hair, he typically kept it short and it did need a trim as it was now going past his ears. His brown eyes were looking at the bubbling, boiling water but his ears were toned in deeply to Angel's explanation of what the Elemental Power was. He was wearing a pair of army fatigues but the water around his left wrist wasn't a part of his army attire. He had gotten it as a present from his then fiance and now wife last year on Christmas. It was a black and gold wrist watch that had dials on the face that told not only the minutes in an hour, but also the seconds and a dial was set for an alarm along with the usual numbers around the face.

"Directed through the body?" Captain O'Nell broke his eyes away from the boiling water and looked at Angel. "You can direct fire through your body with your powers?"

"Of course, for example I can move steam from a hot surface through the flesh of my hand, up my arm and across my shoulders. I can either decide afterwards if I want to make that steam into fire to breathe onto an enemy or I can have the steam flow through my other arm then shoot through the hand attached to that arm."

"Can you do anything with your eyes?" Captain O'Nell asked. "Uhhh Eye Fire or..."

"Only one with extreme knowledge can do Eye Flash, I've looked at that scroll several times and have seen that Fire Healing, Eye Flash and Air Regeneration can only be done by one who had very extreme skills in the power."

"I bet you can do it." Tommy said. "You've got pretty impressive skills right now, bet you can."

"I'm what you'd consider the step up from medium taught in the powers." Angel said. ""Between medium and expert."

Tommy tapped Angel on her shoulder then led the group away from the water, he felt that they needed to go on. Tommy was the current white ranger of the Power Rangers, he had been evil once when Angel's older half-sister had taken him over with a spell and then when he had gone to the side of good he had been given the green power coin and green ranger powers. His green ranger powers had gone after a few months and he had gone on with his life afterwards until one day, Alpha and Zordon zapped him to the secret chamber in the Command Center where they gave him the powers of light and made him the white ranger of the Power Rangers. Tommy was a twenty-one year old young man with brown hair and brown eyes, he had his hair held back by a rawhide strip. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, he had black boots on his feet and black wrist bands around his wrists. Tommy was the only one of the rangers who knew that Jason had a crush on Angel and, although he kept his friend's secret, he did tease him a bit on it.

Lieutenant Rollins walked by Angel's side, when she had appeared in Stone Canyon he had just been driving through, he hadn't been expecting to see her and he had nearly drove past. She had done something to her hair, had dyed it black but there were short red edges poking out as if saying 'you can't hide our fired embers'. She had been yelling out for someone to stop and he had, but only after he had passed by her. When she had gotten into his vehicle, a 4x4 Jeep Cherokee Sport, he had just said where to then had said nothing else until he had heard a baby cry. She had said she was hoping that he'd be nice to take her to a store called Ralph's for baby food for her son's which he had said he would, he had just pulled up to the store when he had heard a baby cry. That was when he had looked back, she had been seated in the back seat so he hadn't been able to see if she had any extra baggage or not. When he had looked back and had seen Bile, he had flipped. He had grabbed his .22 Automatic from inside his glove compartment then had gotten out of his car, walked around to the passenger side door that the woman he had picked up was seated beside then he had opened the door.

"Babynapping is a serious offense here, lady." he had said. "Hand over the baby then get out and go."

"Fuck you man, this is my child!" the woman had spat.

"Beg you pardon, lady?" he had shook his head at her words then he had shown her the gun.

"Drop the gun then back up from the car!" the woman had said with such force he actually had taken a step away from his car. "These are my babies, go get your own."

"Your babies?" he had said, he then had taken a look at the woman. When he had seen the golden-yellow ring around her black pupils he had tossed his pistol to the front seat then had leaned over the passenger side door. "Charles Rollins, you remind me of a friend of mine who's been missing for a while now."

"I have to go." the woman had gotten out of his car but before she could walk off he had grabbed her. "Let me go, Young Man!"

"Angel?"

Oh, she had been a beauty with the black hair but when the edges of her hair changed, as if by magic, back to a fiery red he had had to really control himself. He did prefer her with her natural, fiery red hair the best but he did understand that she had dyed and was continually dying her hair to throw off her father and his side of the family. She told him while he had driven back to Angel Grove with her in the backseat that she had gone to Egypt after leaving her great-uncle three months after her second son, Lhaklar his name had been, had been born. She had stayed with Atlas, when she had said she had been with him he had gone silent, his feelings for the man were not good and he didn't like the idea of her going to him instead of going to someone, say more responsible and with better intentions? Someone who didn't have three women and a wife and who was looking to add another woman to his harem, so to say. Someone like him, for example, who liked Angel quite a lot and who was single and who wasn't plainly thinking about a woman removing her clothes and slipping into her for the deed of sex. He had near cheered when she had told him that another man had stolen her from Atlas, nearly because after she had told him that a man named Adjo Maalouf had taken her from Atlas he had continually raped and beaten her until she had contacted her great-grandfather to come help her. That had been two weeks ago, she had gone back to Egypt to retrieve her son's then had teleported to Stone Canyon. She had been working the week and a half before he had found her at a strip joint, making good money but to him not very good since she was showing off her body to men who, like Atlas, had an ill mind. She had quit her job after she had bumped into him and he was damn glad for that!

As if she had tapped into his thoughts on her dying her hair, Angel ducked into a store. They were walking by a drugstore which sold plenty of items that dealt with hair care. Lieutenant Rollins, Captain O'Nell and the kids, as they both called them, waited a full fifteen minutes outside patiently, not nervous a single bit. Lieutenant Rollins had watched once or twice as Angel applied the dye to her hair, she had either showered and then had added the dye to her hair during the shower or she had applied it while leaned over his bathroom tub. When she had been demostrating her Elemental Powers all of the hair color dye had flowed off from her hair, it had just... well he had no way of describing it except that by use of her powers the dye had just slid or rolled or... well it became liquid and just rolled off of her hair and her fiery red hair had returned. Captain O'Nell glanced at his watch when Angel had been gone for twenty-five minutes, surely hair color dye wouldn't take that long to apply and...

"Uhm, I'm guessing you also went costume shopping as well." Lieutenant Rollins said when Angel walked out from the store. "Nice... uhm, outfit."

"Thank you my young friend." Angel said, she used the phases young friend and young man or lady as a friendly teasing gesture now after finding out that she was two hundred and forty-one years of age. "I saw it and liked it so..."

Angel twirled around twice, she had dyed her hair black but she had come out of the store wearing a different outfit, a very risque gown that was all black except for a gold sash that went from the right shoulder down to and around the waist. The black gown had black glitter on it so it shown right beautifully when the sun struck it. Angel had two full black wrist bands on as well and black gloves that went to her elbows and thin, nylon stockings on her legs, she had nothing on her feet. As if to add a further beauty to her, fiery red hair or not, she had applied black lipstick on her lips and had made her eyes like the Egyptians had had theirs in the ancient days. Jason held his hand out, Lieutenant Rollins then noticed that there were thin, veil-like attachments on the gloves that attached to the gown and also, Angel had a black netted thing on top of her hair. The front of the gown was split open in a V-shape, although the gown held her in well it was unmistakable that her chest was out in the open for all to see, he could see the delicate curves that her breasts, which were now heading up to a size 40C cup. Lieutenant Rollins was thinking of how beautiful she'd really look if she had walked out of the store with her hair looking natural instead of being dyed, he was imagining how lovely she'd look all dazzled out in black but with a headful of fiery red hair that looked as if it was on fire when he heard crunching behind him. The crunching stopped when Jason held his hands out to Angel and had her stop facing him.

"Get... Your... Hands... Off... Of... My... Wife!"

TazirVile had started leading the group after they had reached Pasadena, California, he had taken the directions of his brother to heart and had gone on walking, his father was slightly behind him on his left and his grandfather was also slightly behind him on his right while his brother was in between them. Cheshire and Master Vile walked behind them with Triskull slightly behind them. He had no idea why at the time, but his muscles had tensed up when he had reached a deserted part of town. He had walked confidently, silently and very much on the alert, behind him his brother was speaking in small sentences to their father, their grandfather would from time to time say something to their father but their father said nothing in return. When TazirVile had rounded a corner and had seen a group of humans standing by a store he had decided to go check what was going on. It was an all male group, probably vandalizing a store or talking about it, most of the men in the group were young, either in their late teens or just barely out of their teens while there were two mature males. When his wife had exited the store, dressed in an outfit which he had actually really liked he had stopped short. There was no mistaking who the woman was, he had seen the emerald-green eyes, so bright and beautiful and with a golden-yellow ring around a black pupil, there was no mistaking who the woman was. After he had noticed the eyes and had put two-and-two together he had seen her hair and had silently gasped. Her hair! The gorgeous flowing locks of fire was gone, replaced by black. She looked fine, she looked sexy but that hair... where was the fiery red he liked looking at? When one of the younger men had started rolling his hands on her he had felt that same fury build up inside of him, fiery red hair or black hair, Angel Irene was his Universal Mate, she was his wife and no other man was allowed to touch her.

TazirVile surveyed the men that were around his wife, checking her out with eyes of a predator as he saw it. He noticed only two that he recognised, the one who was rolling his hands on his wife was the very man he had had in the dungeon of his house the week that he had initiated the process of falling in love with her. Oh, that had been a fine week! They had swam naked in his pool, he had showered with her, he had spent dreamy moments in the bed just gazing at her face and body, taking in her beauty. He had doted on her, giving her gifts, telling her sweet things, telling how much of a beauty she was and how much she meant to him. That first coupling had been a great one, his son had been conceived through the first coupling. The gray-haired man in the dungeon of his ship was one of the men who had taken off with her, the young man with the fluffed up yet combed to the side dark hair was the youngster he had had in his dungeon and... he nodded his head when he recognized the man with the long brown hair and brown eyes. He, too, had been in his dungeon right after he had ordered his Goblin staff to capture his great-niece, and soon to be discovered Universal Mate and Beloved Universal Wife, and the two youth's she had been with when she had called out to him on Ite, Ute's red ice moon. The other men, he didn't recognize, not off the bat at least. His father, though, must have recognized one of the group because he stepped up beside him.

"You!" DuruVile pointed at the short brown-haired man that was wearing a green shirt that had a pocket on the left breast.

"Son, what's come of you now?" ShaamVile asked, he was glaring at Angel because he didn't much like how her top was open in the way it was.

"That man there, the brown-haired one," DuruVile jabbed his finger forward hard. "was inside my house with Angel."

"Angel was uninvited, she walked into his house looking for information on hybrids and on pop." KurukVile spoke up.

"Also shot at us." Master Vile stepped up. "My father, your son, I and Tazir were all shot by that man."

"I do not approve of the uninvited entrance into a house I previously owned nor the firing at my kin!" ShaamVile snarled.

Angel acted fast, she grabbed Billy and Adam first then she placed her hand on Tommy after she had teleported them to Texas and did the same. Before she could grab Jason, Captain O'Nell and Lieutenant Rollins the ground lurched up sharply then rolled back, she heard the tectonic plates slapping against each other then she saw a crack form between her and her father, TazirVile, DuruVile, ShaamVile, Cheshire and Triskull. ShaamVile and DuruVile leaped over the crack easily, TazirVile followed swiftly behind them with the others coming next. When steam started rising up from the crack Angel swung her arms out then she ripped them inwards, the steam started flowing around the group. When the steam was fully around Master Vile and his family and Cheshire Angel started flailing her arms about, the ring of steam started swinging around, they heard thunder then the steam ring turned a glowing red. When it was at its reddest Angel shoved her arms forward. Before an explosion of golden and red colored sparks flew out from the group of monsters, ShaamVile leaped up high. He swung his hands down and a golden stream of fire swung down at Angel and her friends, they jumped out of the way then took off running towards a cluster of buildings.

"Golden fire stream!?" Angel yelled out frantically. "Did my eyes see correctly, did he send out..."

"He di-..."

A golden air ball formed around them then started swinging around and around, Angel dropped to her knees and closed her eyes so not to get dizzy but her friends were having a go at trying to not lose their lunch. Just when Lieutenant Rollins was about to chuck his chicken salad sandwich Angel swung her arms up. The air ball imploded and she grabbed her friends before a further maniacal attacks could happen she teleported to East Village, New York. Lieutenant Rollins, Captain O'Nell and Jason sat against a building for a short while then each shot up and went to a trashcan nearby where they got sick. Angel brushed her hands down her gown then, when a lock of her hair fell over her shoulders and she saw that it was back to being fiery red, she grabbed it. Due to her magical heritage, dying her hair was always cancelled out when she used her magic. Angel sighed and threw the lock of hair behind her shoulder.

"Eeeeesh! That... that Shaam-Wow guy..." Lieutenant Rollins started to say.

"ShaamVile, or Shaam." Angel corrected her friend.

"Golden fire... a golden air ball... what's next, he'll make the ground become gold then melt it into a golden lava them freeze us in place with golden ice?" Lieutenant Rollins was now breathing hard, he was starting to panic.

"Obviously, he'd very experienced with the Elemental Powers." Angel said, she leaned against a pole.

"Look nice with that hair of flame." Jason said. "Looks good with the outfit."

"Thank you." Angel sighed.

"Shaam didn't sound like he liked you or I searching through his old place." Lieutenant Rollins said.

"Did you see how he jumped up before she sent the steam rushing inwards?" Captain O'Nell spoke. "I though Tazir could leap high."

They spoke for a short while then started walking, Angel's black stocking'd feet snagged a few times on the cobblestone but that was all. Angel was considering teleporting Kat, Aisha, Lhaklar and Bile to their location when the ground behind them erupted up. Broken cobblestone, dirt and cement struck Angel's back and head and before she knew what was going on, Lieutenant Rollins grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. She ran behind him for a short while then looked back, there was a gaping hole ten feet back and who was getting out of the hole? ShaamVile Surfeit, a very unhappy ShaamVile Surfeit. Captain O'Nell yelled out when a chunk of concrete struck his buttocks and that was what got Angel to turn up the fire in her feet. She ripped her wrist free of Lieutenant Rollins' hand then ran past heading towards a building that had a wooden sign hanging down from a swinging pole that said Obscura Antiques and Oddities. She banged the door open, slid inside then her friends leaped in behind her. She slammed and locked the door behind her friends just as ShaamVile ran up, the door creaked and moaned as he slammed into it.

"And how did he get into the shield?!" Captain O'Nell yelled. "What did he do, leap into the Earth then do a drill move to get here. I near had a heart attack!"

"Not just you." Angel said, she was propped up against a counter gasping for breath. "I have... I have no idea how he got in but he sure made an entrance."

"And now he's trying to make an entrance into here." Jason said, he pointed at the door.

There was no mistaking it that the door, a unique full silver steel door with a lever handle on the inside and a normal doorknob on the outside, was having stress done to it. Angel, Jason and Captain O'Nell all saw dents being made in the steel and before long, a small hole was made. They heard loud dings and scrapes as ShaamVile pounded his fists into the door and as his long, maroon colored fingernails scraped the steel. Lieutenant Rollins wasn't watching or worrying about the door, he was looking at the store. He saw some of the most oddest things he had ever seen on shelves and hanging down from the ceiling and hanging on the walls. There was a glass case that had jars in it, when he went and looked inside he saw that the jars had severed heads in them. Without a moments pause, he kicked his foot up, the glass front shattered then he reached in and grabbed a glass jar.

"Maybe we can buy him and his off?" Lieutenant Rollins said, he handed Angel the jar with the severed head in it.

Angel looked at the head that was floating in a Formaldehyde solution that was bile yellow. Her great-grandfather, she remembered, had a room full of small monkeys, he seemed to be one for monkeys and the head floating in the solution in the jar happen to be that of a monkey's. When she looked closer she saw that the monkey was a White-headed Capuchin Monkey, the top and back of the head was black while the face and ears were white. The ears of the monkey were very noticeable, the eyes were sealed shut and from the look of the general head of the monkey, the monkey had been very young when it had died. Angel was about to take the jar that had the monkey head in it to the slot by the door when Lieutenant Rollins yelled out for her.

"Nevermind the jarred monkey head, toss out this two-faced monkey head." Lieutenant Rollins ran over to her.

To one who had Elemental Powers and who had achieved the level of expert, it was a known fact that wherever water flowed it caused a weakness, even when a powerful shield was up all a being who had expert knowledge and skills in the Elemental Powers had to do was use the water as a way in. ShaamVile had done just that, he had leaped into the ground, head first, then he had popped up near Manhattan where a canal was. Even though the canal was behind the shield, water flowed through it and into the sea around the little island which was part of the state of New York. ShaamVile had leaped into the water then had submerged himself submarine style. When he had gotten ten feet below the surface he had started twirling, his arms held close to his chest in a cross-fashion and his legs pointed straight. He had gotten through the shield without a problem then he had gone straight for the vibrations that his great-great granddaughter was making as she walked. He sensed that her stocking'd feet were snagging and he logged onto that vibration. He hadn't meant to scare her but so much, he was displeased with the find of that she had been discovered in his old residence, the residence of his father's, his and his siblings, his daughter's and only son's and his son's children had all been born and raised in without being granted permission to visit first but he calmed himself down by saying that if she hadn't, he'd not be here in the flesh. When Angel had ran off with them men, of whom he had no idea who they were or what their intentions were with her, he had no idea if the men who were with her were acquaintances or friends or if they were just looking to cause her trouble, he'd find out after he captured all of them, he had followed. He had gotten up from his created crater then had taken off, Angel and her male companions, he hated the word in association with her, ducked into a building then slammed the door. No problem, he lowered his head, increased his speed until his dark green jacket, the one long side flying behind him while the shorter side simply flapped, near flew off of his back. When he slammed into the door he made a large dent in it but it didn't fall off of its hinges or break as he had expected. Shaking his head, having crashed into the door on purpose had made him feel slightly dizzy, he took a step back then bunched his large hand into a fist then started punching the door hard.

"Pubba..." he heard his son's, his only son's, voice come through his communicator. "pubba, can you hear me, pick up."

"Son, I'm a bit busy at the moment." ShaamVile said, he had looked down at the small, bronze communicator that was attacked to his black belt before he had snatched it up.

"Where are you?" his son asked, ShaamVile sighed. This was only taking time away from the job at hand.

"Some place called Manhattan, Lad." ShaamVile said.

"Can you get the shield down around the area you are in?" his son asked. "We're on our way and would..."

"Is Angel in the area?" TazirVile's voice came in strong, it had a heavy hint of anger in it. "What of the men with her, they still with her?"

"I have Angel holed up in a building, the men are still with her." ShaamVile said.

"Granddad, I'm near the shield in your location can you take it down." TazirVile asked. "I'd like to help out."

He had left the others behind in California to follow Angel and her three male companions, he hadn't thought about them wanting to join in and surely, if they did want to join then the ones who could do Elemental Powers could very well do what he had done to get into the shield. Tazir, Vile and Cheshire, yeah they might need assistance to get in. ShaamVile radioed his son and told him to get into the shield on his own. He had taught his only son well in Elemental Powers and for him to be asking him, his father, to get the shield down so that he, his son who was very well trained in Elemental Powers, could get in. DuruVile said nothing in return and ShaamVile thought that his silence was final, either his son was going to let his anger take him over, like he did nowadays, or he was going to do what he had done to get into the shield. Before ShaamVile made a strand of golden flames shoot from the bottom of his feet the ground ten feet away exploded, his grandson jumped out of the crater he had made to get into the shield, ten feet further ShaamVile's own son did the same.

"And why the hell did I not think to do that before I asked for you to take the shield down?" DuruVile asked after he ran up, he had an excited bounce in his step.

"Slipped your mind, that's your excuse." ShaamVile said.

ShaamVile walked a ways from the building that his great-great granddaughter and her three male companions were hiding in then slapped his feet together. A long strand of golden flame shot from the bottom of his feet, it propelled him up and to get further up in the sky, above the buildings, ShaamVile made the golden strand that was still firing from his feet wrap around his lower body in a funnel. He held onto the golden flame funnel as he started shooting red flames from his hands at the shield above. There was a cracking and popping sound, he saw cracks form in the area where he had fired his Fire Power but that was all. With a grunt, he punched out a purple, red and white combination fire blast which made a large chunk of the shield above drop, he saw that his son leaped out of the way just in time before it crashed on top of him. He was getting annoyed with the shield, it needed to be down and in order for it to be cancelled out more than a large chunk had to be felled. With fury in his heart and stomach, he made a funnel shoot out from the funnel around his lower body, he made this secondary funnel become clear fire then he shot it up at the shield. That was what got the shield down, it didn't crack, break then fall, it exploded then broke into a million shards. When he saw his other grandson, his two great grandson's and Cheshire running into the now shieldless area of Manhattan, he nodded his head then made his golden fire funnel drop. He stepped off of it when it came within three feet of the ground.

"Most impressive!" KurukVile said after his grandfather had stepped from the golden fire funnel he had made.

"Don't you tell me that my son didn't teach you the expert level." ShaamVile said, he walked over to the building that his great-great granddaughter was in.

"I learned the Golden Fire moves, yes." KurukVile said, before he could say anything more his father spoke up.

"But afterwards he got it in his head that he didn't need to learn anymore." DuruVile said. "He was starting to get the muscle on him."

"That stage where muscled youngsters think they are strong enough without needing further training." ShaamVile nodded his head, he removed his dark green hat with the gold embroidery around the brim and the white plume on it then he took a dark red silk cloth out from the inside jacket pocket. He wiped his head then replaced the silk cloth then he plopped his hat back on his head. "Both I and you went through the same."

"She in that building?" KurukVile asked.

"She is, all nicely wrapped up now just waiting for..." ShaamVile turned when he heard TazirVile, Cheshire, Triskull and Master running up. "slow up, she'll not get away this time."

"Where is she?" TazirVile asked, although he had been running he was not breathing hard at all.

"In this building." ShaamVile said, he then looked at KurukVile. "Let us see them muscles that your wife boasts so much about be put to use."

"Stand back now," KurukVile rolled his shoulders twice, a cracking sound was heard then he made his hand into a tight, hard fist. ShaamVile beamed with pride inside when he saw the veins popping out in his oldest grandson's arms, his son had made a finely strong man, he thought.

When it was discovered that the heavy pounding on the door came from her grandfather, Angel started collecting items left and right, thinking all the while that although they might grab the attention of the people, members of her father's side of the family and of hers, they won't hold their attention for long. She grabbed the two-faced Capuchin monkey head first then, thinking fast because it was her grandfather at the door and with him having so much muscle it'd not be long before he actually got in, she looked over the counter and saw a doll hanging up. It looked like one of them He-Man dolls, when she grabbed the doll from the hook it was hanging on she saw that it was an imitation Arnold Schwarzenegger doll, only the face was much more handsome and the doll had brown painted hair. The upper torso and arms were thick in muscle while the legs were more slender in build, but were still pretty loaded with muscle. The backside of the doll made her cringe, the muscle looked so lifelike! Angel decided to throw her grandfather off by sliding the doll through the mail chute, on the way to the door she accidentally squeezed the doll.

"My momma told me that if I ate my veggies I will grow big and strong!" the doll said in a sissy, mocking male voice. "Momma was right."

"Angel?" Lieutenant Rollins looked over at her, a look of confusion was thick on his face. "What was that?"

"Running is good for the buns and thighs," Angel squeezed the doll again then pointed at it. "where did the rest of me come from?"

"Neat." Jason said, he walked up beside her. "Does it say anything more?"

Angel squeezed the doll once more and a Tarzan yell rang out from it that made her jump, Jason chuckled then when KurukVile's fist punched through the steel door he looked around frantically. Angel walked to the mail chute, Captain O'Nell was doing his best to hold the door back, when he saw her standing beside him he swallowed loudly. He was nervous, all of them were. With a very shaky hand, she grabbed the handle to the mail chute. She yanked the door open then placed the doll inside, there was a small window from which she could look out from. Her grandfather was pounding on the door hard, his red tunic with the dark red belt around the waist was drenched in sweat. His arms bulged greatly on his arms and with every swing veins popped up under the flesh of his arms, either a dingy white or a dark red. Angel slapped the window three times to get his attention, when he looked up then at her his eyes, his fiery red eyes with the black pupils, were very bright.

"T-there's something in the chute for you." Angel yelled. "Open the d-..."

"Don't you worry, Angel," her grandfather said loudly. "granddaddy will be in shortly."

The chute wasn't going to work, her grandfather wasn't listening so she grabbed the doll from it and ran to the back of the shop. She grabbed an antique fishing pole with the thread and hook still attached then ran back. She worked fast in tying the doll to the thread then she had Jason pick her up. There was a rectangular glass window above the door that slid out, when she reached it she punched the glass out then she slid the doll out. It was now or never, either her grandfather would see the doll and stop his assault on the door for a few minutes or he'd see the doll, wave it off them continue punching. She released the lock on the thread and the doll dropped down, she heard a thud and then a yell, the doll had landed hard on her grandfather's head then had bounced off, she reeled the thread in some then moved the doll so that it waved in front of her grandfather's face. Due to her perch on Jason's shoulders, she could see that her grandfather was looking at the doll, she could see all of them and each was looking at the doll.

"Come on," Angel near whispered. "take it. Take the doll."

"What the hell is this?" her grandfather said.

He was not a man who liked for his work outs to be interrupted or to be interrupted when he was working. He had punched at the steel door hard, his hands were bloody but he didn't feel any pain. When he had seen his granddaughter at the small window he had laughed inside, his brother had gone around the building to see if there was a back entrance and, to his surprise, there was none. There was only one entrance and exit and he was at it, punching away, showing his strength and endurance. He had laughed inside because his granddaughter knew that she was trapped and was trying to see if he'd back off so she could get away, there was no way he would allow for that. He had yelled that he'd be in shortly then had gone on swinging his fists, pounding the door, making more cuts on his hands. When the doll had bonked him over the head he had stopped, he had no idea what had hit him and had just stood, looking around in a complete daze. Then the doll had been waved up in front of his face, it had slapped him once and that was when he had grabbed it. How dare she, he had thought angrily, throwing a doll at him and then using it to slap him in the face. He tore the doll from the thread that was around it and was about to throw it away when the doll spoke.

"My momma told me that if I ate my veggies I will grow big and strong!" the doll said in a sissy, mocking male voice. "Momma was right."

"What the hell?" he exclaimed, he then squeezed the doll again and a long-drawn holler ran out.

Things started being thrown out quickly from the window, he had to duck to avoid being hit by a few of them. His father caught a small head, when KurukVile went over to check it out he was near hit by a glass jar which his son caught. His grandfather caught another small head and then he caught two more. When the flying missiles stopped being thrown he walked over to his father, he near burst out laughing when he saw the small, two-faced monkey head that his father was holding gingerly. The monkey head had black fur on the crown while the two faces were white, the eyes were sealed shut. His father ran his finger over the head fondly then he reached into his pants pocket. He pulled a gold chain out from his pocket then attached the two-faced monkey to it.

"Thank you, Angel!" DuruVile yelled, when he saw his family looking at him he shrugged his shoulders. "What, I happen to be a fan of monkey's."

"You're full of bananas," Master Vile snorted. "she tossed me a..."

Master Vile looked at the jar he had in his hands, it was a large jar and it was full of a yellow liquid. Inside the jar, floating in the liquid, was a black thing. He rolled it around in his hands for a few seconds then stopped, looking at him was the face... or faces, he corrected himself, of rats. He drew the jar closer then up at the sky, he saw a total of five rats in the jar and they were all tangled up, the tails were a knotted mess. He had seen a jar with tangled up rats only once in his long life, his old teacher, Boris Karcloff had been his name, at Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic had had one on his desk. As Mr. Karcloff's student he had had a wandering eye for that jar, stealing a glance at it fifty or more times before the bell tolled the time for class change. Master Vile showed his father then his grandfather what he had then he heard his great-grandfather make a chuckling sound.

"Duru, is the head that you was thrown shrunk or normal sized?" ShaamVile asked his son.

"Normal sized, why?" DuruVile looked at his father.

"Angel threw me three shrunken heads."

He knew well how the uncivilized tribes in the universe did the trick of shrinking a head. The process of creating such a prize began by removing the skull from the head by making an incision in the back of the neck and then all of the skin and flesh is removed from the cranium. He had watched a program on shrunken heads when he had gone to The School of Evil once and had been mesmerized by the practice so much that he had started a collection on it. He knew that red seeds were placed underneath the eyelids, which were afterwards sewn shut and that the mouth was held together by three palm pins. All of the fat in the head was removed and in order for the head to retain it's shape a wooden ball was placed inside. The head, afterwards, was dried with hot rocks and sand and then it was rubbed down with charcoal ash then, if the one making the shrunken head wanted it adorned, beads would be added. Shrunken heads were made and kept as a trophies, or they were made as ritual pieces or for trade. He had a small bookshelf in his home on Gamma-Vile that had fifty, the three he had in his hands would make great additions to his collection and... ShaamVile's eyes watered and he near cried, one of the shrunken heads that he had in his hands was a female. This would be the first female shrunken head in his collection.

"And how did she know you was into shrunken heads?" DuruVile asked.

"Good question, one I'll ask when I see her after we ca-catch her." ShaamVile said, his voice had cracked up some.

"Who wants a tiny monkey?"

It was working, her father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great grandfather were all distracted. Angel decided to go get more items, more of the weird items in the shop like the one she had just slid into the mail chute. She had found the mummified body of a Pygmy marmoset, one of the smallest monkey's on the planet, that was propped up on a stick in the back of the store and had thought that DuruVile might like it so she slid it into the chute then had yelled out who wants a tiny monkey. Captain O'Nell looked at her strangely then, when he saw that Master Vile, KurukVile, DuruVile, Triskull, TazirVile and ShaamVile were clearly interested in the items being given to them he had started running around the shop, grabbing things that he thought would further distract them. Jason did the same, only Lieutenant Rollins stayed out of the giving. The only one in the group, he saw, that was distracted was Cheshire. The dark blue alien man with a strong upper body was standing back, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Angel slid out two-headed snakes, snakes that were oddly colored, marbles with bugs in them and jars that head severed animal heads floating in Formaldehyde into the mail chute one by one and with each closing the the door on her side the door on the other side of the building would be opened. Her father was really liking the snakes, while DuruVile liked the jarred severed heads. The marbled bugs had been a last second addition, one she had thought none of them would like but to her surprise, one did like them. Cheshire walked up and took them, that seemed to make him feel joined in with the festivities. When Captain O'Nell walked up with a frame that had a bat's skeleton arrange behind glass she nodded her head, she slid that into the chute quickly.

"Any fish things in here?" Angel asked. "Taz likes fish."

"Here's a taxidermied Piranha." Jason handed her a yellowed yet perfectly preserved Piranha that was propped up on a polished brown board. "There's some jars back there with..."

"Tazir likes ocean life, so if there's anything oceanie in them jars... sharks, octopus' or even fish, bring it." Angel said.

"Why are we doing this again?" Lieutenant Rollins asked. "There's no backdoor here so there's no point in..."

"A distraction, I'll knock the back out in just a few." Angel said in a tiny whisper.

TazirVile was wondering when his wife would slide him something, when she did the corners of his O-shaped mouth curved up sharply. A framed skeleton of a bat, from the looks of the bat it had been a young animal but the skeleton was very nicely arranged. When the taxidermied fish had been dropped in the chute he had taken it quickly, and when the jarred octopus had been slid out afterwards he was wanting to check the inside of the building. Everyone else was agreeing with him on this, the items that had been given out to them were unique and if there were items like this in the building then they needed to check it out. Angel was secured in the building, she'd not get out. TazirVile teleported his gifts to his bedroom chamber on his ship then nodded his head at his grandfather who was standing by the door. His father, grandfather and his nephew's had all teleported them gifts to their ships, or in Triskull's case he had teleported his gifts to the bedroom chamber his father allowed for him to stay in on his ship. Cheshire, his step-father as he now called him to his face, had teleported his gifts to the bedroom chamber that TazirVile had assigned him on his ship.